He who matures early lives in anticipation.
From Theodor Adorno
Art is magic delivered from the lie of being truth.
Happiness is obsolete: uneconomic.
History does not merely touch on language, but takes place in it.
He who integrates is lost.
Only a humanity to whom death has become as indifferent as its members, that has itself died, can inflict it administratively on innumerable people.
There is no love that is not an echo.
Thinking no longer means anymore than checking at each moment whether one can indeed think.
Because thought has by now been perverted into the solving of assigned problems, even what is not assigned is processed like a problem.
The culture industry not so much adapts to the reactions of its customers as it counterfeits them.
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